Me: i don't like talking to you.
Brother: then get out of my face!
Me: how can I? you're in my house!
Brother: then don't come down when i'm here!
Me: you make me sick!
Brother: you make me sicker!
Me: get the f&^%$& out of my house!
This is how my brother and I converse nowadays. My vocab is rarely like this. It only is when he's around.
I pride myself to always be in control in almost any situation. Whether stressful or not. But my brother brings out the very bad in me. It's like a button that just turns on when he's around. In his prescence I get from post yoga relaxed to furious in a matter of seconds.
We were close in our younger years and drifted apart when he got richer. He doesn't like my peace advocacy and development work. He says it won't make me rich. Money isn't everything I tell him.
I can't believe I have his blood trickling in my vains and vice versa. It spooks me.
I pride myself to always be in control in almost any situation. Whether stressful or not. But my brother brings out the very bad in me. It's like a button that just turns on when he's around. In his prescence I get from post yoga relaxed to furious in a matter of seconds.
We were close in our younger years and drifted apart when he got richer. He doesn't like my peace advocacy and development work. He says it won't make me rich. Money isn't everything I tell him.
I can't believe I have his blood trickling in my vains and vice versa. It spooks me.
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